~☆▪︎ SCP X Reader Oneshots ▪︎☆~

~☆▪︎ Friends | SCP-096 (Old) ▪︎☆~

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Genderless! D-Class! Reader
Platonic

This was a thing I wrote a while ago, so if logic doesn't apply as much as it should, that's why.
Also this may be very cringy.

[Warnings for this chapter: Use of foul language!]

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Alone. That's all you felt here. You swore you could hear the screams of other Class-D echoing off the dull hallway walls.

Every hallway looked the same. For light containment, the same orange line followed you everywhere. In heavy, it was always the same extremely intimidating black metal with white lights dimly illuminating the area. Everything was always the same every single time. D8905, do this. D8905, do that. You were getting really tired of their bullshit. You hadn't encountered any extremely dangerous SCPs yet, but it was only a matter of time before you did. (Lol foreshadowing)

Some random D-class had told you all about the freaky shit he heard the guards talking about. A house cat that's a literal tiger? A peanut that snaps necks!? A barbecue sauce man?! You've gotta be fucking kidding!

You blankly stared at the dull concrete walls of your cell. This was total hell. You were treated as if you weren't human. Most unethical place on earth. You probably deserved it for all the shit you did, but, at least in prison, you didn't risk dying every two seconds.

You kept a blank expression as you you heard the door open with a 'wirrr'. "D-8905 step out of your cell." A masculine voice demanded. It wasn't time for lunch yet, so it was defiantly another test. You got off your poor excuse of a bed and did as you were told. The guard gestured for you to follow him. You once again did as you were told. As much as you hated these unethical motherfuckers, you would prefer to die in a more noble way than not complying with simple orders.

You and the guard walked through light containment in udder silence. Soon you were walking through heavy. You glanced at the doors you passed, silently wondering if soon, something behind one of these doors will be the thing to kill you.

The guard suddenly stopped. You nearly bumped into him. You were basically dragged into the observation room for some SCP. One of the scientists murmuring amongst one another looked over toward the sudden noise. "Ah! D-8905,-" You scowled at him. That wasn't your name and it never will be. "-so glad you could join us." He continued, "I assure you, you won't be put in harm's way as long as you follow orders."

He kept talking. "You will be interviewing SCP 096.-" One single thought ran through your mind. I'm fucked. "-Remember to not look at its face and you will be fine!" He explained calmly, like you weren't about to die.

You were handed a clipboard with a sheet of questions on it. You sighed. You could see your death now. [Name] [Surname] killed just by looking at a guy's face for some fucker's amusement.

You nod to the scientist to show you were listening to what he said. You weren't really. You stared at the clipboard as you entered the containment chamber. You could hear the once faint crying get noticeably louder. You closed your eyes and sucked in a quick breath. "I'm not here to harm or upset you."

096 seemed to relax a little after you said that, but he was still sobbing.

"If it makes you any more comfortable I will stay on this side of the room and not get into your personal space."

He finally completely relaxed in your presence, but he was most likely silently crying. Poor thing.

"I'm D-8905 and I'll be asking you a few questions." There was silence. "If you're okay with it, that is." You quickly added. You wandered into a corner away from 096 and sat down on the cold metal floor. You didn't hear any protest from him, so you opened your eyes and began the interview.